Chapter 137: Powerful Special Bloodline

"Don't be mad, Xu Xuan is only ranked forty-two, don't think that you are invincible, I will fight you."

A young man walks out.

"Pu Sichong is about to make a move. Pu Sichong used to be ranked 19th in the bronze rankings, but this time he fell back one place and ranked 20th. He is much stronger than Xu Xuan."

Someone recognized the speaker.

Pu Sichong fought against Ling Kong in the Fourth Court Competition, and his combat power was very strong. Everyone expected Pu Sichong to teach the strong youth a lesson.

"Where do you rank on the bronze list again?"

The strong young man asked with a smile.

"It's not high, it's only the twentieth, and there are nineteen people who are stronger than me."

Puthchong said.

"Twentieth?"

The strong young man shook his head and said, "You are not my opponent, let's get a stronger one."

"Arrogant, you will know after the battle."

Pu Sichong strode forward and came to the strong young man.

"Junior brother, these trash can't cry without seeing the coffin. Let them know how trash they are."

Jian Wuchen said coldly.

"Haha, Senior Brother Jian, don't worry."

The strong young man grinned, and then called out, "Boy, look at the trick!"

boom!

The strong young man also punched out, his fist black and shiny, emitting a metallic luster.

Keng!

Pu Sichong unsheathed his long sword, and the sword energy shot up into the sky. The blue sword energy almost turned into substance, avoiding the fist of the strong youth and slashing at the strong youth.

"I want to avoid my fist, I want to be beautiful."

The strong youth sneered,

With a flick of his fist, he seemed to have traveled through space, and instantly slammed into Pu Sichong's sword.

There was a loud bang, just like the fight with Xu Xuan before, and on the fist, black sharp rays of light shot towards Pu Si.

Pu Sichong's face changed, his figure moved, and with the help of the opponent's strength, his figure drifted back, and he swung out his long sword, cutting out more than a dozen sword lights, blocking the black light.

"It's good to be able to block my move, but what's next?"

The strong young man laughed and rushed towards Pu Sichong, his fists were continuously swung, and the terrifying punches enveloped Pu Sichong, making continuous roars.

Pu Sichong turned the sword technique, cut out a sword light, and resisted it with all his strength.

boom! boom! ...

In an instant, the two fought a dozen moves, and then a figure flew out, coughing up blood in the air.

It was Pu Sichong, and he lost again.

Even if you try your best, you can only stick to a dozen tricks.

The hearts of the audience sank, is this a disciple who just started this year?

Is it too strong? Everyone could see that the Xuan-level low-level boxing technique that the strong youth cultivated had reached the fourth level, and it was not far from the fifth level.

Moreover, his physical body is also very powerful, at least of the second rank.

The most important thing is that the opponent's bloodline has not yet erupted, and it is so strong.

Too perverted, this will definitely cause a sensation if it participates in the four-house competition.

The faces of the people were extremely ugly.

Could it be that to deal with a disciple who has just started this year, it is necessary to dispatch the top ten masters on the bronze list?

Everyone couldn't help but look at the top ten figures on the bronze list.

This time, the top ten in the bronze list had reached eight.

Except for Duanmu Yunyang and Lu Ming, everyone else was here.

The faces of Bu Xingkai, Duan Gang, Lingkong, Duanmuchen, Cheng Feiluan and others were ugly.

Dealing with a disciple who has just started this year, even if he wins, it would be a shame. Besides, Jian Wuchen and the young man holding a knife didn't make a move?

The other party obviously didn't mean to give up today, no matter who is superior or inferior, the other party obviously won't leave, and if they can't get it right, everyone on the bronze list will lose face today.

"Let me do it!"

At this moment, a burly young man walked out.

"It's Su Song, it's great to have Su Song take action."

Everyone was slightly overjoyed.

Before the Fourth Court Competition, Su Song ranked eighth on the bronze list, although this time, because of the rise of Lu Ming and Lingkong, he was squeezed out of the top ten and ranked eleventh.

But the combat power is indeed very powerful, a lot higher than Pu Si Chong.

"Junior Brother Su, be careful."

Duan Gang said.

Both of them are from Xuanwu Academy, they have a good relationship, and they are also the two strongest bronze-level disciples in Xuanwu Academy.

Su Song nodded and walked out.

"Su Song, eleventh on the bronze list, please advise."

Su Song clenched his fists.

"Hey, eleventh place, it seems that there is finally an interesting one."

The strong young man licked his lips and sneered.

war!

Without any extra words, the two fought together.

Everyone on the field stared at each other for a moment, hoping that Su Song would win.

Su Song's fighting style is very similar to Duan Gang's, cultivating physical and defensive martial arts, preferring defensive and melee combat.

And the strong youth of Qilin Academy also prefer close combat.

The two fisted fists, constantly bombarding, like two wild beasts colliding together.

The battle is extremely fierce, punching and shooting.

But the strong young man is indeed extremely powerful. It is obviously the fourth level of Xuan-level low-level boxing, but when it is displayed in his hands, the combat power displayed is stronger than others' boxing of the same level.

Su Song had no choice but to break out his bloodline and fight with him.

Fortunately, Su Song's defensive martial arts were very powerful, blocking the attack of the strong youth.

In the blink of an eye, the two fought dozens of moves, and it was hard to tell the winner.

"Damn, you can stop me so many tricks, watch me blow your turtle shell."

The strong youth roared.

It seems that he has been blocked so many moves, which is a great shame for him.

boom!

The strong young man's body flashed with blood, and then, a quaint glove appeared above his head.

"Glove bloodline? Is this the legendary special bloodline?"

Everyone was surprised and watched curiously.

For most people, the special bloodline is the first time they have seen it.

The blood of the glove is black and full of quaint atmosphere. Everyone even saw the scars cut by the sword on the glove, as if after a tragic battle, a mighty fist filled out.

On the glove, there are six chakras, obviously, the sixth-level blood.

Then, the blood of the glove disappeared in a flash, submerging into the body of the strong young man, and the strong young man's breath was great.

"Break it for me!"

The strong young man shouted, punched out, and the fist was prosperous, reaching a peak.

boom!

A terrifying fist slammed on the tortoise-shaped shield around Su Song's body.

In the violent roar, Su Song staggered back, his face turned pale, and his defensive martial skills were almost broken.

"Come on, let's see if you can block me a few punches."

boom! boom!

One after another, the black fist strength was extremely violent, Su Song was completely suppressed, and he could only defend with all his strength.

But even so, after only resisting more than ten moves, the strong young man penetrated the defensive martial arts and punched him in the chest.

Su Song screamed, his body flew dozens of meters, and fell heavily to the ground, coughing up blood, and his breath was weak.

With one punch, Su Song was hit hard.

"Senior Brother Su!"

Duan Gang hurried over, and after checking it, an angry look appeared on his face, and he glared at the strong young man, saying, "It's just to learn from each other, you are too ruthless."

"Who told him not to admit defeat and resist desperately, this is what he asked for."

The strong young man pouted, disregarding it.

(End of this chapter) Dragon King of Wandao